August 18th excerpt:

Jacob glanced back at the keys arranged near him, blinking away the glare from the screen. When his eyes came into focus, the first letters they read were upside down esc. Remembering pranks from back in another life with his friends, he punched at that key, marveling at the fact that he could push past its slight resistance. It wasn’t much, but it might slow Sam down.

“Wel– Hey!” Sam interrupted his attempt at an explanation, exclaiming when the laptop navigated away from the page he was on. “What the hell?!”

August 15th excerpt:

Sam clicked through this before discarding the search altogether and changing it to ‘tiny people in motels,’ in case someone had run into the same situation as him in the past.

The first entry that came up got a flat look out of Sam.

“Fun-sized rooms for fun sized people!”

“That’s no good,” he muttered.  

August 14th excerpt:

Jacob grasped the strap of his bag to keep it steady as he took another step back. The strange mechanical whine of the computer screen barely warned him before it lit up and his attention was drawn there instead. Lights on the panel glowed, and from this close he could hardly recognize what this cinema-sized thing was supposed to be.

“Uh. Looks like you have work to do. I should get out of your way,” he suggested, taking one more shuffling step away from the laptop that he guessed would soon be the center of Sam’s attention.

June 16th excerpt:

Stan hopped to his feet when the humans started moving about, and did his best to keep back and out of their way until things fell relatively still. Then he crept curiously closer to Dean and the laptop, wondering about his plan as much as Sam.

“Is a… movie like a TV show?” he ventured to ask, still getting the hang of human things and how they worked. He could only imagine it was similar, since he’d heard the brothers mention movies before, and the laptop wasn’t so dissimilar to the television. The biggest difference was the computer had more options for functions, and the TV was limited to entertainment media as far as he could tell.

“Dumbass,” Jacob agreed with a sleepy grin. While Dean copied the license plate and navigated to a page where he could track it, Jacob shifted where he sat. He lay down slowly on his back, his head still angled towards the screen as Dean worked. The computer was so huge that Jacob never risked missing much; the internet browser might as well be the horizon.

Exhaustion settled over him like a blanket while warmth radiated up from the computer below. Jacob had been through far too much for one person in the last several days. It was hard to truly get any rest when everything loomed overhead and every shadow promised some kind of threat. In plain view of Dean and surrounded by protective hands … Jacob felt a little safer. Everything still loomed and the shadows still threatened. but at least he knew he didn’t need to be afraid of Dean.

The exhaustion combined with his sense of momentary safety and Jacob fell asleep right there on the laptop, heavy eyelids fluttering closed. His hands rested idly on his stomach until he rolled over on his side in his slumber.

Dean caught sight of the movement down below. A warm smile appeared on his face at the sight of Jacob curling up to sleep. He certainly deserved the rest, after what he’d been through. Dean would make damn certain that nothing happened to him on the laptop. Seeing that Jacob was trusting him like that so freely, Dean felt the weight of his responsibility settle over his shoulders.

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October 12th excerpt:

Once Sam was down on the surface of the table, Jacob opened the bag to find the aforementioned laptop. He set it down and opened the top, marveling that someone who could curl up to nap on the trackpad had instructed him to set it up. Usually, his encounters with smaller folk didn’t involve much technology unless he wanted to hear all about how it had to be run by magic of some kind. Bowman didn’t believe that something could run on the same energy that sparked in the sky during a storm.

He also left Dean’s notebook near the computer before taking the bag and stepping back. It was hard to look away from someone so small who didn’t care how many corners everything had.

Why would he care? He’s not a sprite, he’s from places like this.

June 8th excerpt:

Dean tossed his tie on the bed and shucked off his jacket. “Didja miss me?” he called out to the room at large, scanning for Jacob on the table.

Jacob only peered around the laptop once he was certain it was Dean. All human voices tended to rumble a little in the air, but the deep, gruff cadence was coming to be more and more familiar to the cursed teen. He poked his head out from his hiding place before stepping out fully.

June 5th excerpt:

Dean blocked Jacob’s passage again with a hand, but it was only a half-hearted attempt this time. It would be easy for Jacob to get around the hand if he wanted to. Dean couldn’t stop himself from being slightly crestfallen at the way Jacob kept insisting that he needed to get out of the way.

“But… didn’t you want to learn how to do it? What to look for?” Dean couldn’t stop the hopeful tone of voice he adopted, looking forward to teaching someone else the ropes for once. Something he hadn’t done since Sam was around.